Small

I came home this week. My plane flight wasn't that great. As a matter of fact, it pretty much sucked. I sat there on the plane just hoping that somehow we could instantly be transported to the ground, like in Star Trek. The turbulence was making me that sick. In fact, I started wishing that I had never even got on that plane. But when I finally made it into Nashville, and my family was there and I got to see them and be with them, I realized how happy I was to be home (though, technically, I still wasn't home in Huntsville). It wasn't some huge overwhelming "I'm home!" feeling, either. It was just a quiet, simple peace. Something very personal and undeniably real.

I love getting little assurances like that. It's all about the little things. And I need those little moments when the Spirit whispers to me. I need them like I need to breathe. It's like I'm a little kid who needs constant reassurances that the monsters under the bed aren't going to get them. But, hey, blessed are the little children, right?